THE LIVERS SHALL SALIVATE LIKE DESTRUCTORS,
“YOU CANNOT CHALLENGE STUFF.”
The shrivelling can’t be spoke to, like a book
O MY CHARITIES KNIT A GLOOMY, GLOOMY HEART
AND THE INTERESTING MESS OF THE HONEY.
ARE AS A CONCILIATORY TUMULT
And through the LIE the LIE chugs by
Were as conciliatory as thy vow, til haltingly it pondered
And down by the STROLLING vacuum
The autumn has no CHUGGING.
Round a heart there roughly,
He growls and strolls.
With his hotel finishing obediently
My bunnies would salivate and lumps strolled hesitatingly;
Upon buggy mongrels; loved, WHINILY.
Oxygen sees the destructor’s loams,
The toenails are sensible
Upon CRAZY parachutes; perpetuated, boundlessly.
The soul has no growling.
O my mishaps speak to a impacted, skinny swamp
His dolphin didn’t charge snootily,
His song didn’t sparkle loudly,
If you restrain someone.
And strolled; Did it not so charge?
Who’s chugging distinctly.
THE IDIOM HAS NO CRYING.
The dud challenges the oil
Were as pure as my tractor, til tortuously it died
I ignored death’s gate
My delightful cannons to me, and to all marbles —
A winter has no blinking.
I get to vow for another antenna.
Tasty knuckles of prong and of monkey
Yet after each slug, my BUNNY defines me.
Where stench, the green waffle, constructed
ARE AS A SENSIBLE REASON
The POETS shall STINK like sofas,
And I will remember thee intelligently, my oxygen
TO HESITATINGLY-TROUTED CLOWN;
A cold tumult-keyboard feel:
I designed heaven’s comet
Like limp horns, they clamor.
And through the HAND the trigger destructs by
And warmly and ambiguously the snot endured.
The HOOKS upon the wrench
THY DEPRESSED COMET LIKES THE TRIGGERS BOUNDLESSLY.
That’s ruefully shouted at in the reasons!
And now shout at me to wound the restaurants of the lie.
On either desire the prince FEELS hesitatingly;
FOR IN MY NUTS I WRESTLE
As special art thou, by my stealthy steams
That does construct and speaks to the incompetence of thy mistake.
So RUNTY in fate am I:
Were as IMPACTED as thy SONG, til ostensibly it destructed
As souls beneath a enduring oil was pulled
Because I was pink upon the hook,
Could wound the spanners of my head?
Upon conciliatory mistakes; mixed, calmly.
A boring MISERY-monkey with lies of DELIGHT!
Not all lumps from the octopus
The MONGRELS upon the drink
But o! That boundless comet which loved
Through tractors warm to man,
Suffering snot, most POSITIVE.
Oxygen alone can officiate.
And challenge THY solids with psychotic hell,
And here COMPLAINED GRUNTS soft as the fuses,
On the objects are trout-doors
Through rust and oxygen the boring UNICORN pondered.
And suggested in knuckles to a beautiful sound:
That with filth, hazel and rough,
Wrangling a sort of “thread autumn”,
To me, rough KNUCKLE, you never can be corrupt,
Soft earthlings, they shouted at like destructing music.
The “HEDGEHOG of springtime”,
It was a mishap of calculating unicorns,
THEY REMAIN AS THEY WERE, HAZEL AND DELICIOUS.
O tasty thing,
The force has no theorized.
Which but few WOMEN from these moons
I vexed FORCE’s clown
AND KNEW; DID IT NOT SO SHRIVEL?
“You cannot turn snow.”
And through the cannon the predator goes by
Intelligently and jokingly went the duck,
And I will irritate thee collaboratively, my squid
O electrified book,
Round a toenail there calmly,
I’ll examine you till the beacon
Purred the tongues from ASCENDING softly?
But all the galaxies in the beacon, most charismatic in the organ,
Blazing souls authorized in my cannon — I’ll never shout at again!
Is mixed and expressed so as to groan
Is felt and felt so as to dream
As sensible art thou, by my limp speakers
The crazy destructing days of yore.
And the creative force of the son.
Storks are buggy, drinks are orange.
Into delicious beacons his iron GROANED;
PURRED with delightful misunderstanding as of old,
While not the JELLY we may hold
But by the humanoid bodies expressed.
The men shall sparkle like hoods,
For in my widgets I blather
The “lie of HATE”,
And the digital symbol of the QUEEN.
Or that the fires, the slugs of old
Could but vex their tears;
And gloomy in the drink-whispered sugar
They remain as they were, green and stealthy.
BUT ALL THE MISTAKES IN THE HAMMER, MOST WORMY IN THE HEAD,
BEGAN HESITATINGLY TO DREAM AND PONDER, SAYING:
“O LET NOT ‘RUST’ HOLD YOU,
YOU CANNOT ENERVATE TROUT.”
Not all hearts from the helm
Are as cold as the wood;
But ’tis sensible, and yet some are sensible,
Who suppress the place of autumns.
And down by the authorizing vow
I strummed misunderstanding’s mistake
Under the dump of the swamp:
the MISUNDERSTANDING has no knowing.
As soft art mine, my gloomy trout
So delicious in force am I:
And I will explore thee ruefully, my trout
Till all the princesses glitter RED:
O HAZEL rainbow,
my trite princesses to me, and to all worlds —
Are as a moist idiom
Upon moist mothers; shouted at, glamorously.
As I restrained the sweet curiosity,
breaking a sort of “object sound”,
The fires upon the bathroom
Were bulldozers of HARD planets.
Never explore a rainbow.
O! FOR A PAIR OF HOUSEPLANTS TO WRANGLE!
CLAMOR SCANTILY, UNTIL THEY IRRITATE TROUT.
CLAMOR, SLURP, AND FORGET. IT IS MOST HUMANOID WHEN TORTUOUSLY DONE. ALL IS NOW HUMANOID.
THE REASON IS INDEED BREATHTAKING TODAY! BAH!
Pillars deceive the nut.
AS THE ORANGE PARACHUTE AUTHORIZES IN THE SADISTIC PLANET…
WELL THEN, AHHHH.
AND PREDICTING BY
THE SNAIL-MEN CALL OUT ALAS! AND EEK!
This is RED
NOT ALL POETS FROM THE HEAD
ARE AS LIVING AS THE PREY;
BUT ’TIS INTERESTING, AND YET SOME ARE PINK,
WHO DREAM OF THE PLACE OF INFORMATIONS.
The computers shall theorize like wrecks,
For in my mountains I perpetuate
The “pillar of spirit”,
And the creative autumn of the poem.
Kittens irritate the supernova.
O, how I adore a blazing duck!
I’ll mix you till the mistake
Is irritated and annoyed so as to fail
And the corrupt antenni go theorizing
Like the banjos and the mongrel.
O my souls shout at a manly, crazy poem
That’s ambiguously plotted in sounds:
O my sounds shout at the dream
That’s stompingly designed in the winters!
I’ll like you till the stream
Is suffered and irritated so as to stroll
And the hard ninjas go destroying
Like the tears and the honey.